#her fan fiction reading monster fucker ass is SO there for us

[futuristic-imbecile]

Nothing makes me happier than watching @quiddie be not only a girl’s girl… but a FANgirl’s girl

[cavariously]

[Trying my hand at a fan fiction.

I love to write but I have never done anything like this before, so all feedback would be extremely appreciated (Grammer, Plot, Characters etc.).

I love Tokyo Ghoul so I really hope I don't fuck this up 😅. A big thank you to anyone who reads this ❤️]

Caution: Agressive Swearing, Offensive Language, Graphic Violence.

Notes: Takes place post end of TG:re, Reapers = Marshall version of Doves.

1. Crow - 24

City lights and the rushing motions of the landscape turn the 24th ward into a blinding and blaring circus. Humans. They crawl through this city with the assurance that they will be here tomorrow. They will be here a year from now. They will be here forever. They are the only lifeform with this assurance. All other creatures in this world live with the knowledge that their making it to the next moment is a fifty fifty

It is certainly a miracle that they last, noticing absolutely nothing at all. They don't see the effects that the fumes of their veichles have on the planet that they grip so tightly to. They can't begin to recognise that they are being continually watched and targeted by devices that could wipe them from the face of said Earth in less than zero. They don't even notice the apex predictor observing them from less than a mile above.

Humans simply move from one spot to another, only stopping to cause irrevocable disaster and reduce their surroundings to less than ash, and then move on to the next target. Someone said that humans are Parasites, and although it may be naive to believe this was wholly correct, it would be complete ignorance to dismiss it entirely. Ghouls do not indulge in such ignorance. Parasite is an apt description for a human, from the perspective of a ghoul, that and food.

The figure stands tall, wind rushing rapidly through their tied up hair. They can smell the putrescence of man-kind as they go about their sweaty and arrogant business. They would laugh if it wasn't so tragic. What do humans amount to? They are greedy and bloody bags of meat that fight and hate more than any other being, yet they are allowed to multiply and just be. It could be argued that ghouls are the same as humans in this aspect, but most abide by the one meal a month agreement, even though this arrangement can be hell for some. Unlike humans, who see violence as their God given right, when ghouls fight, it is rarely for anything other than survival. Perhaps this view doesn't take all ghouls into account, but all humans gorge themselves on everything, and fight for any fucking reason they want.

Twenty years ago, a disaster was meant to end this disparity. For the first time ever, ghouls and humans fought together to save the world they shared from the monster that had been designated 'DRAGON'. The defeating of this enemy was meant to end in equality, where ghouls and humans shared the world equally. Scientific leaps had been made. Synthetic meats that ghouls could eat, so they wouldn't have to harm humans. The corpse of Dragon even lead to dramatic advancements in the medical field. Humans were now benefiting from ghoul DNA, as it allowed them to combat most illnesses and increase their lifespan somewhat. After all that ghouls had done for them, weren't humans grateful? No. Ten years, then ghouls were back to being vile creatures to be hunted, and were forced back to living in the sewers. The deaths of so many perfectly good and innocent ghouls, just so that humanity could screw them all over again. What a funny tragedy.

Another figure appeared from the shadows, stepping in line with their comrade. Neither looking at the other, they both silently watched the ferris-wheel turn round and round. A world that they saw as rightfully theirs. They were hungry for it and they would have it. No matter the cost. In fact, the more human casualties... the better.

"Are you ready to go?" the newcomer asked, never taking their attention away from everything below.

"Yeah. Any longer and I might have to eat you."

"Like you could" came the cold, arrogant response.

"Just because you got five inches on me now, doesn't mean I can't still beat your ass Da..."

"Don't fucking call me that. While we're out here you call me Kuma and I call you... Blindfold, or Eyeless. Something like that." Even though his response had been quick and sharp, neither his tone nor his concentration had wavered.

"Eyeless" they conceded.

"Fine, Eyeless it is. Just don't go shouting our real names out in public. You're enough of a liability as it is without giving our fucking identities away."

Eyeless finally turned to look at their brother. They couldn't help feeling a pang of nostalgia. He had been so small once, constantly hanging onto their shoulders and making paper birds that he place all over their home. Those memories hurt, especially when they remembered what came after. He used to smile so much and now he's a moody little shit. They'd never been like that at fourteen, they thought smugly.

"Fine. Let's go KUMA before I rip your snarky head off." With that final retort, Eyeless turned and stepped off of the roof.

Kuma watched them drop six stories, landing with grace and poise. Why were they always so aggravating? Maybe he was jealous of their natural ability, or perhaps they were just a pain in the ass to be related to. With a sigh and a wandering look to the night sky, he followed suit.

* * *

The Marshalls finished up disposing of the ghoul. Bikakus are a pain in the ass Haruto thought, but it's better than a Ukaku. Haruto loved the fact that he was an intimidating figure. The ghoul had basically shat itself as soon as it had seen his large muscular frame, and cruel bearded face. The black trench coat they wore, that often announced the end for ghouls, probably didn't hurt either. He nudged the face of the corpse with his foot. He reckoned it wouldn't even be worth removing his Kakahou to get a new quinque. Taking into account the short amount of time it had taken him and Kenji to bypass his defences and cut him through the middle, he was a B rated ghoul maximum.

"Right, time we get back" Haruto sighed.

"Mhm" Kenji agreed. He never said much.

"Did you bring the body bag? You never know, you might be able to upgrade that piece of shit you call a quinque." Haruto laughed loudly. He loved taking the piss out of Kenji, especially when he knew his only retort woukd be 'mhm'.

As expected, Kenji responded with a grumbling "Mhm", and moved towards the body.

Haruto, turned to walk away, lighting a cigarette and beginning to inhale deeply. That Kenji was going to marry his sister. What's he gonna say when the priest asks him if he takes her to be his lawfully wedded wife? Mhm. Haruto chuckled to himself. All in all Kenji was a good guy, and one hell of a Marshall. He could use that crappy Ukaku quinque pretty damn well, even if it did come from a C rated ghoul. Kenji also took Haruto's kids to the beach when he and Mrs Haruto wanted a quiet weekend. He might be an ugly fucker with next to no hair, and a face that made you want to split him down the middle, but he was clean and sometimes smelt nice. Yeah, Kenji could marry his sister if he wanted. She could do a hell of a lot worse.

A loud splatter sounded out behind Haruto. He spun on his heels, instincts flaring immediately into action. Where the fuck was Kenji? Where his partner had been attempting to fit the ghoul into the black bag, there was now the cut in half corpse of his future brother in law, fallen to the sides with a blindfolded figure standing in the middle. His entire being twitched in anticipation of this thing making a move to kill him, but all it did was leasurly bend down and scoop something up from the gore beneath. As the creature straightened up, he saw that it was simply sucking on one of Kenji's bloody fingers. To others, this might signify a psychotic animal, but to a seasoned Marshall, this was a confident and calculating killer plain and simple. A powerful one at that. Their clothes were indistinctive; clad in thin black leather and fabric, however, their mask was a completely different story. Almost the entirety of its face was covered. Its mouth had a tight black fabric wrapped over it, with a skeletal smile that would open, revealing the snaking pink tongue underneath. The huge back leather collar surrounding it could be zipped up to hide all but the eyes from the world. Not that the eyes could be seen either. A bone white blindfold shut them off from view. Foreign symbols were drawn in deep black on either side, with the a closed eye taking centre stage. Although it was just a drawing, that closed eye was unearving, as if the lack of sight heightened its ability to see, instead of impeding it.

Now this was a ghoul. Just by its sheer presence Haruto could tell this one was rated A, or more likely >S. Haruto couldn't deny to himself that he was intimidated, but he was a senior Marshall, and always backed himself in a one on one. He looked down at his fallen partner and gulped. First things first, get into this guys head. Haruto scanned the ghoul, looking for weaknesses that he could exploit verbally. If he was lucky, the reaction could lead to him obtaining an edge. He noticed that this ghoul was slight in stature, maybe five foot five all told.

"You wanna end up like this other piece of shit, you fucking dwarf."

This garnered absolutely nothing.

Haruto couldn't take it much longer. This creature continued to lapp at the guts of his dead partner, that were splattered over its fingers. It obviously didn't give a shit what it looked like to others. It reminded him of a cat, publically cleaning its fur and genitals with no concern for the world. It was fucking reveling in its feast, and it made Haruto's blood boil.

"You killed an innocent man. He was gonna have a family and you ripped him apart. You monsters have no fucking souls and you all belong in hell. That's where I'm gonna send you. I'm a fucking senior Marshall you stupid shit. You have no clue how badly you've fucked up."

Again, the ghoul made no sign of changing emotion, continuing to dip its fingers in Kenji and take its time eating. Haruto knew he needed something else to get into its head so he scanned again. 'Shit' he thought, as the ghost of a smile passed over his lips. The majority of its body was covered in black that mostly obscured its shape, however, his keen eyes saw that although its grey hair was tied up, it was probably quite long when undone. At its chest area, although it was probably bound, there was the hint of a slightly tented structure. The hardest one to spot was the hips. Despite them being covered by black leather shorts, those hips were a tad too wide to be a man's.

"Alright you sick fuck. I'M A COMMIN FOR YA!"

With one last drive to uncover more courage, Haruto raised his Kokaku quinque and lept towards the ghoul.

"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP FOR KENJI... YOU BITCH!"

As Haruto closed the distance with extreme speed, to less than two meters, the shadow of another figure dropped from the sky, landing directly next to the first. Haruto skidded to a halt, taken aback by the new masked creature. This one was certainly taller, and its face was covered by a red, horned mask. It was only as his attention slipped completely that he realised his final mistake. For the first time, the blindfolded ghoul smiled widely, the skeletal mouth parting to reveal massive bloody teeth.

The next thing Haruto knew was that he was laying down on the ground, face to the sky. His neck was warm and dripping wet. He raised his hands to his throat as the oxygen escaped his body, feeling the deep gash that was releasing his blood. The ghouls started conversing.

"Which one you want?" the first asked the newcomer.

"I don't care. You killed 'em both so you choose" the other responded dispondantly.

"Well, you're the growing boy so you take the ghoul and the first Reaper."

"Damn, well fuck me if you ain't the best big sister" uttered the male ghoul sarcastically, as he casually walked over to Kenji and the dead ghoul. "Why you taking you're mask off you sicko? The guys not even dead yet."

"I like it when they watch me" the female ghoul giggled.

Haruto saw the shadow of something passing over his head. "Ken...Ke..ji" Haruto gasped.

Suddenly, from below him came a the same giggle. "Awww dude, I think these guys were close."

"Eyeless, eat the fucker and let's go" came the voice of the male.

"Hey buddy boy, look at me will you" said the female from his feet.

Haruto craned his neck, scared of what he might see, but thinking 'fuck it' to himself. What's did he have to be afraid of, he's already dead. When he finally focused on the face he was confused. She was chewing on a leg. His leg. When the fuck did she get her dirty hands on that? When she'd finished on his leg, licking the tips of her fingers with delight, she bent down and hovered over him. Eyeless? That's what the other one had called her, but that wasn't true at all. Now that her blindfold was off he could see the entirety of her murderous giddy face.

"You're very funny" she said. "Innocent man. Gonna have a family. Its really fucking funny."

The last thing Haruto would ever see would be a testimony to her names innacuracy. Staring at him excitedly was one grey eye, so remarkably human looking it was weird. The other eye was a pool of darkness... with a violent, blood red pupil that seemed to be trying to force its way out of its black prison. She snapped up the rest of him.

"Sicko..."

End

[zanrai-kid]

What Your Favorite The Adventure Zone Ship Says About You

Inspired by @spritecranberryofficial, the artist formerly known as @doubleca5t

Taagnus (Taako/Magnus) - You believe that no force on Earth can destroy the bond between a twink and bear who are begrudging allies to best friends to lovers.

Magnus/Merle - Your favorite game of all time is Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator.

Merle/Taako - You see a three-way love triangle in every trio, even when two of the trio only begrudgingly tolerate each other.

Taako/Magnus/Merle - You heard the phrase “Tres Horny Boys”, and took it as a challenge.

Taakitz (Taako/Kravitz) - You describe your love life as “yearning for the sweet embrace of death”.

Taako/Magnus/Kravitz - You believe death is the quickest way to establish common interests. Also, you’re shipping TodoDekuIida.

Magnus/Lucretia - Your ideal relationship dynamic is jock/group mom.

Lupretia (Lup/Lucretia) - Your ideal relationship dynamic is punk/group mom.

Davenport/Lucretia - Your ideal relationship dynamic is group dad/group mom who both joke about adopting all their friends.

Merle/Lucretia - You just want a vacation from other people’s bullshit.

Merle/Davenport - You’re just here for some men under 5 foot.

Magnus/Johann - You unironically appreciate it when someone plays “Wonderwall” well.

Magnus/Lup - All of your DnD characters are Lawful Good, but somehow use Chaos as a means to an end.

Taako/Magic Brian - You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of goofy accents.

Sweet Flips (Carey/Killian) - You want a girlfriend who will kick your ass upon request; you also want to join in when she’s kicking someone else’s ass.

Blupjeans (Lup/Barry) - You believe “hapless nerds falling in love at band camp” are underrepresented in modern fiction.

EDIT for @lesbian-flutist  Lup/Lucretia/Barry - You believe in band nerd/math nerd/band and math nerd solidarity.

Sloane/Hurley - Your ideal relationship dynamic is the film Thelma and Louise.

Johnchurch (John/Merle) - Your ideal relationship dynamic is the film The Seventh Seal.

Istus/Pan/The Raven Queen: You’re a sucker for Mythology shenanigans.

Taako/Barry - Your desire for good things to happen to Lup is outweighed by wanting to see hapless mlm nerds smooching.

Lydia/Edward - This ship being incest is outweighed by how much you think Jesse and James are better protagonists than Ash.

Taako/Angus: Not even entertaining you clowns FBI OPEN UP

Garfield/Taako - Your ideal date includes a Costco trip, after which, regret ensues.

Sazed/Taako - Your ideal date includes a home cooked meal, after which, pain ensues.

Dracula/Taako - Your Tinder bio is “19th century femme seeks creature of the night”.

Magnulia (Magnus/Julia) - You just wanted good things for Magnus, and, my god, does the man deserve it.

Any Characters from (K)nights - I’m not even talking about an anime, and yet, somehow, you would still tell people to read the manga.

Any Characters from Elementary - You also tell people to read the manga, but you also recall the lawless days of Johnlock.

Any Characters from Fur - You reference deep lore in fandoms other fans don’t believe is real.

Nadiya/Irene - To you, “two people reincarnating as the polar opposites of their past life” is just “a second chance at love”.

Irene/Remy - You believe Rebecca Sugar’s best song is “Giant Woman”.

Remy/Nadiya- You believe in the powerful bond of two people trying to reign in a mutual friend.

EDIT for @tombstonedb Kardala/Minerva - You thought, “You know what’s better than one buff magic big gorl? Two buff magic big gorls.”

Errol/Augustus - You liked the Amnesty arc, but wish it had more ghosts.

Dylan/Jeremiah - You believe any modern adaptation of Romeo and Juliet should turn Juliet into a guy.

Errol/Dylan - In a setting full of cryptids, you hard swerve into Team Jacob.

Gandy/Isabella - You’re a sucker for a good meetcute, pun intended.

Ned/Duck - You haven’t recovered from the fact Gravity Falls ended nearly four years ago.

Ned/Boyd - Your ideal relationship dynamic is “Be Gay, Do Crime”.

Ned/Barclay - Your ideal relationship dynamic is “Bigfoot is real, and he tried to eat my ass”.

Ned/Victoria - You think the greatest achievement in cinematic history is the beginning to the movie Up.

Ned/Sherriff Owens - You wish having some yucks with Johnny Law was considered less frowned upon.

Duck/Billy - Your desire to get with the Mothman is only outweighed by your crush on Ryan Gosling.

Duck/Beacon - You just want to date a smug British person, and really, who wouldn’t?

Duck/Juno - You are a huge fan of Camp Camp.

Duck/Leo - If you were a couple years older, you would have previously shipped Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker at the time of the prequels.

Indrid/Ned - You are a monster fucker.

Indruck (Indrid/Duck) - You are also a monster fucker, but softer.

Indrid/Aubrey - You run a monster fucker blog, but are not a monster fucker.

Indrid/Billy - You are a certified card-carrying cryptid fucker, searching on Craigslist to get rawdogged by two in the back of a Denny’s parking lot.

Mama/Barclay - You exude rural boomer energy without the rural boomer mindset.

Danbrey (Dani/Aubrey) - You follow exactly 18 bi pride Tumblogs, but can’t understand why you have so many duplicate posts on your feed. Spoiler alert: they probably reblog each other’s posts.

Aubrey/Janelle - Either your ideal relationship dynamic is student/teacher, or you’re a Janelle Monáe stan.

Hollis/Aubrey - You are a firm believer in the power of calling people who go to the mall “posers”, while simultaneously buying your accessories at Hot Topic.

Aubrey/Jake - You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of sharing dank memes.

Hollice (Hollis/Jake) - You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of early 90s extreme winter sports movies.

Duck/Minerva - You are a firm believer in men 👏 getting 👏 pegged 👏

Sternclay (Agent Stern/Barclay) - You wish Inspector Zenigata and Lupin III would stop dragging their feet and commit already.

Any Characters from Inheritance - This is just the same joke as Merle and Magnus, except you post about Dream Daddy on Tumblr AND Facebook.

Deadbeat Dad/Anyone else from Inheritance - Robert is best Dream Daddy, Amnesty is best arc of The Adventure Zone. To you, these are facts.

Firbolg/Fitzroy - This is just the same joke as Taako and Magnus, but you also desire the fall of capitalism.

Fitzroy/Argo - You, Griffin, and Clint all simultaneously thought “You know what’s better than one fancy himbo fighter? Two fancy himbo fighters.”

Argo/Firbolg - You’re already pushing for a catchy ship name for these two. Might I suggest “Surf n’ Turf”.

Fitzroy/Buckminster - You have a whole blog devoted to scenes of swords under chins.

Buckminster/Leon - You think Arthurian legend can be summed up as “Several bros, sitting round a table, two feet apart from each other ‘cause the church said leave room for Jesus”.

Buckminster/Rainer - You believe behind every man’s facade is a girlfriend of immeasurable power, waiting for her time to shine.

Rolandus/Zana - You believe in big edgy backstory energy solidarity.

Rolandus/Rhodes - This is the same joke as Argo and Firbolg, except I am now suggesting “RoRho”.

Crimson (Crush/Jimson) - Your Netflix viewing habits are, exclusively, She-Ra: Princesses of Power and The Dragon Prince.

[sammyhale]

Jared JIBCon 2017 Sunday Panel

Jared warns everyone that he’s tired and jetlagged and jumps right into questions.

Fan says that she’s tired, too but it’s worth it to see Jared. Jared thanks her and says “ditto.” 

Fan talks about Sam’s development over the show, how he didn’t want to be a hunter to now leading other hunters against the British Men of Letters asks Jared to comment on that journey. Jared says that he knows what it’s like to have an older brother that leads the pack. It has been fun to play Sam as sort of a man on his own. Show started when he was 22 and he’ll be 35 in July. It’s been cool to get the chance to play the transformation of a young boy to a leader. Hopefully we’ll see more of that. 

Jared is really tired and tells the audience now is the perfect time to ask him weird questions lol. Says he texted Gen when he woke up and said “Morning, baby, I miss you.” Gen was like, it’s 1 a.m. why are you texting me. Jared: Oh, oh yeah, no, cool. Good talk lol. 

A fan asks what Jared’s favorite emoji is. Because of her accent he thinks that she said “music.” So he goes on to talk about how “we’ve been pretty public about a band called Kaleo.” He and Jensen have been lucky enough to make friends with them. Jared says, “It’s a weird world Jensen and I live in.” He thinks Kaleo are amazing from lyrics to all of the instruments, etc, and when they met the band it was fun to discover how they are just people, too. Jared hopes that fans feel the same when we meet the Supernatural cast, that they’re all just normal people. 

Fans inform Jared that he misunderstood the question and that she had asked about his favorite emoji. Jared tries to pull it up on his phone so that he can show it to them on the screen. He says he’s texting it to Jensen in response to the text Jensen sent him earlier that morning saying: “You know we have a convention today” because Jared slept through his alarm lol. Jared giggles about Jensen’s text. 

Jared’s favorite emoji is the surprised happy face one. 

Fan talks (essentially) about the difference between Sam being tortured by humans versus by a monster. Jared says it’s a good observation, thinks that episodes like The Benders mess with the Winchesters more because the bad guys are human beings. Brings up Dean’s line about demons I get but people are crazy. 

Jared’s hand hits the bottom of the mic and it makes a loud noise. He apologizes, has the fans help him apologize in Italian. 

Fan congratulates Jared on the new baby and Jared shows a picture of Odette on his phone. Her picture is his lockscreen :) 

Fan asks about Phantom Boy. Jared says he did that project last summer. It was a French animated movie, Jared watched it and they asked Jared to do the role. He recorded the dialogue in Austin at a hotel room. They would take breaks and go down to the pool. His friend who is a voice actor and an actor helped direct him. It was intimidating, it was a weird situation to try this brand new thing. It was fun to be a part of. 

How do you think Sam would handle having a baby girl? Jared says he thinks it would be a funny thing to see one of the Winchesters have a kid. He thinks Sam would be mortified. Says that having kids is very cool but vulnerability inducing situation. Best and hardest thing Jared has ever done. Jared says he had a nightmare last night about his kids and it woke him up and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to go back to bed. He thinks Sam would be out of sorts. Thinks it would be one of the first situations where Sam would be like “I don’t know what to do.” Jared hopes we don’t see that on the show. 

Fan tells Jared she really enjoyed his chapter in the new Fangasm book, Family Don’t End With Blood (FDEWB). Wants to know if he’ll consider writing in the future? Jared says, honestly, no. Said it was difficult, took him a year to write it. It was one of those things where he told a friend he would do it, so he did it. But as he started doing it he was nervous and anxious. It was hard because he didn’t write it all in a day. He doesn’t do well with picking things up later on. As he wrote it over time he would go back to the beginning and read and would change things. It was difficult; he does feel proud of it, though. He’s never written before. “It’s all me.” He was trying to go deep “for y’all guys.” Jared says, “It’s the most private I’ll ever get.” 

Fans cheer for him for his chapter in FDEWB and he says “thanks guys.” 

Fan asks Jared if Sam will have a special connection with the Nephilim, Jack, because Sam is the eternal vessel of Lucifer. Jared says yes. He thinks it’s why they made it so Sam is the one that found him in the last scene of the finale. Thinks that Sam will maybe be able to appeal to his intellectual side, but “we don’t know a lot about the Nephilim yet” but he thinks that “Jack will have a connection with Sam.” 

Fan tells a story about how she had said before that she loves Jared’s beanies but the fan’s friend misheard her and thought she said “penis” and was scandalized. Results in a lot of joking and laughter from Jared and the audience. “This is a first.” 

Fan asks how Jared would feel about doing a science fiction episode re: aliens or something more broad scale. He says they would love to do that type of science fiction episode. 

Jared is loopy from being so tired and says if anyone’s ever wondered what it’s like to hang out with him at 2 a.m. at work it’s this lol. 

Jared grew up up a fan of Star Trek with his dad. Watched all the original episodes, says “we beat their ass” episode number wise haha. 

Fan calls out “500 episodes!” and Jared drops mic lol. Jared: 500?!

Jared broke the mic and someone brought him another one. Messing around on stage and losing his shoe. 

Fan says that people who are close over a long period of time develop particular habits that only really come out when they are with that person. Wants to know if he’s noticed that with any of the cast that he’s worked with a long time? Jared laughs: Short answer is yes. He won’t say who or what, though lol. 

Jared talks about idols. Says there a lot of people he idolizes. “One of them lost his life to suicide” a couple days ago - mentions Chris Cornell (RIP). He says that he has met some idols and sometimes they are disappointing or not nice. He had a fellow actress tell him a story about how her dad came to work with her and her dad went up to Anthony Hopkins and was chatting with him. Hopkins was amazing but the daughter was mortified: Dad, you can’t just walk up to Anthony Hopkins..and her dad was like, why? We’re all breathing oxygen. Jared loves that. We’re all human, including everyone in the green room (the rest of the cast). “We love y’all as much as you love us.” 

Is there a characteristic of Sam that Jared has and one that Jared has that Sam doesn’t? Jared says a good writer will look at your strengths and who you are as a person and start writing that better to your character. Talks about how Lauren Graham from Gilmore Girls is very much like her character; she is super smart and funny and quick. Jared feels like he booked the role because he was similar to Sam and Sam became kind of like Jared. Not questioning himself so much (either Sam or Jared). Sam still deals with a lot of issues that Jared has had the love and support to not deal with though it’s in his nature to deal with those things. What’s different is Jared feels more comfortable with himself than Sam does. For the first time in a long time. As far as similarities, they both have really luscious hair. “Just kidding.” He liked Sam’s intellect from the start. Jared likes to learn about something and read about it, do the research like Sam, and feels that type of connection with him. 

Fan asks what Sam admires the most about Dean. Jared says that Sam loves that Dean has the will to keep going, to always keeps fighting. Jared himself also loves when people keep fighting through their trials. 

A fan runs up to the mic apologizing and tells Jared that she ran up because they were told to sit down because he was almost finished. Jared: “Fuck yeah!”

She wants to know if Jared misses Sam during hiatus or on break? Jared says he does miss Sam, it’s one of the reasons why he agrees to keep continuing. 

“I love Sam. He’s not Jared but I know him.” He feels maybe the audience knows Sam better in terms of his actions (because they rewatch the show more) but Jared knows his heart and motivations. 

When the show ends Jared says it’s gonna be really tough. When it does end they have talked about movies or shortened seasons. 

Jared says that he will never keep Sam “alive” just to keep him alive. He only wants Sam to exist as long as there’s commitment to the character from the writers. If one day they are no longer committed to Sam then he would rather have him in our memories. 

“But, yeah, I miss that fucker.” 

Info via: Periscope, Sil’s livetweet list

[kylerfey]

Re: Wesley Crusher fanfic

I noticed the other day that I had picked up a new follower on Twitter, the writer Kitty Glitter, who writes a lot of whacky stories that can often be considered to be kinds of fan fiction. I could not quite place where I had heard the name, but I eventually figured out that Glitter is the author of the notorious story Wesley Crusher: Teenage Fuck Machine, which showed up on Amazon as an ebook a few years ago. I had never read it, so I looked it up and bought it. It’s there as a stand-alone, but I purchased a copy of a collection that contains that story and several others (WC:TFM and Other Stories). 

It’s been some years since I read any Wesley Crusher fan fiction but I used to seek it out fairly often because when I was a teenager I had a total hard-on for Wil Wheaton as Crusher, and I wanted to see depictions of him fucking. I especially wanted to see him portrayed as a “bad boy,” a real evil prick, and a lot of what is floating around in the fanfic archives is not that. A lot of it is written by people who don’t really like Wesley that much and have fun portraying him as a weakling, often being ridiculed and raped by Captain Picard or Riker.

So the promise of a hopefully super-transgressive sexually explicit story about Crusher as a strong leading character really intrigued me. So a couple things about this story: 1) it’s quite short and few are likely to say it’s conventionally  “good” as a piece of literature. But somehow there is a verve to the writing that makes a wholly ridiculous story engaging and funny; 2) it contains disappointingly little actual fucking as a percentage of its word-count, yet the promise of it (actually just the title itself) gave me—I will admit—a freaky hard dick like I get sometimes when I read something that is just totally fucked up and probably “wrong” in a number of ways. 

In fact, it brought back to mind a piece of fan fiction that I wrote around 2001 or so. The premise was that Wesley Crusher, Lucas from Seaquest (Jonathon Brandis—kind of the “Wesley” of that show) and I (yes, I was a character in this as well, described in third-person) traveled in time and space and abducted John Connor (Eddie Furlong from Terminator 2) in order to stop him and his dumb Terminator characters from fucking up the timeline and wrecking the universe with a bunch of nested time paradoxes. 

And then the three of us end up gang-fucking the shit out of him on the Seaquest using our variously our dicks, food products, and dildos. In the last scene, I also get my ass boned by all the other dudes. And everyone has a super-huge cock. A passage from this story (only a partial copy of it has survived):

Kyler couldn’t believe this fucking crazy-ass shit! Now that John Connor’s cock was finally fully and truly stiff for the first time since this four-way-fuck began, it made Kyler’s drippy foot-long dong look like almost small! And he was aiming at Kyler’s spread-wide boycunt with it. “Holy fuck, dude!” Kyler yelled, his asshole clenching, still oozing out Lucas’s massive nut-load. “I don’t know if I can take that fuckin’ monster!” John Connor laughed, lit a cig, took a long drag and ashed it off right on his own pulsing shiny fist-thick dickhead. “Too bad, Kyler! You’re taking every fucking inch of this thick fucker!”

I’d probably write that same scene with a little more panache nowadays, but it’s not really any worse than what one should expect from such fan fiction. Nor from WC:TFM. As I said, the sex in the story is somewhat abbreviated for a story promising a teenage fuck machine. SPOILER ALERT. It opens with Wesley tag-teaming someone on the holodeck with his buddy Meow Solo (a sentient humanoid cat, recurring in other Glitter stories) who’s fucking the chick in the ass with his barbed feline cock while Wesley has his cock in her mouth. Picard busts in on their orgy, is outraged, but gets shot in the balls by Crusher who, with Solo and the hologram Professor Moriarty, then conspire to destroy the Enterprise, killing everyone aboard, and escape in their Ford Taurus. They take some girls along —one named Mary-Sue—presumably to fuck later but they end up having to leave them behind after a bloody encounter with the Borg. They end up robbing a convenience store where there are three girls described, rather confoundingly, as “built either like Betty Veronica or somewhere in between with faces to match.” Wesley informs the trio that they are coming with him and Meow for “a fuck party.” But they refuse this demand, and he blasts all of them in the eyes with his phaser. Some more nonsense happens culminating in a falling out between Meow Solo and Crusher, with Meow declaring that Wesley only gets his credibility by way of association with his cool cat buddy: “Without me you’re just a loser…boy genius, the biggest dork on the Enterprise outside of Data and he’s a robot.” It ends with Meow Solo causing Crusher to vanish into a dimensional rift just as the commander of the Intergalactic Kittehs arrives to capture him. 

I haven’t read all the stories in the book yet. I skipped and skimmed around a little bit earlier today. One of the items that I did read all of, “Bad Lieutenant: Pussy Blood,” has a good body-horror premise underlying it and its prose has the slight ring of a Kathy Acker-esque rant about it. Meow Solo returns as the hero in “Ashton Kutcher’s Space-Sex Rampage.” This book is not for a general audience, but it may amuse people who like things like transgressive sex with a villainous Wesley Crusher.